People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 196 Old Man

In the ruins, rubble mixed with soil fell.

"Cough cough"

A hand emerged from under the rubble, but before it could make a move, a massive MRI machine slammed down from the sky towards it.

"boom!"

The already broken wall caved in again after this blow, sending up a cloud of dust.

The old patriarch's sickbed floated in mid-air, the flames in his mind pulsating with excitement.

"Sparta? It's nothing special."

Its voice echoed from underground: "Struggle! Your blood will soon fill my instruments; this will be your final contribution to this great experiment!"

On the other side, inside Charlie's room.

The screen was flashing static wildly, the image was divided into several parts, and everything was dark.

"Suren! Can you hear me, Suren!"

Charlie gripped the armrests of his wheelchair tightly with both hands, shouting into the microphone.

Chief Arthur stood to the side, his brow furrowed.

Just when everyone thought it was all over, a blinding purple blade of light burst forth from beneath the ruins!

"Chi-yi"

The MRI machine, weighing several tons, which was pressing down on the ruins, along with a large area of ​​rubble and debris around it, was cleaved in two by this one stroke!

A tall, slender figure emerged from the smoke and dust, hovering in mid-air.

Purple light flowed around Suren, and the armor on his back, which had been shattered in the crash, was restored in the blink of an eye.

"It's so noisy."

He slightly raised his eyes, looked at the old patriarch in front of him who was full of astonishment, and said in a calm tone, "Old man, you should lie quietly in your coffin."

Charlie's anxious voice came through the earpiece again: "Surren! Are you alright? That's great! Liz is missing, she's probably on her way to you! Don't get distracted!"

Suren frowned slightly, annoyed by the noise in her headphones, and crushed them in her hand.

Then, he slowly raised the long sword in his hand, pointing it directly at the old patriarch: "Come!"

In the next instant, his figure covered a distance of tens of meters and appeared in front of the hospital bed.

The Asura Blade, carrying a terrifying power capable of slicing through everything, slashed fiercely at the hospital bed.

"Bang!"

A violent shockwave exploded outwards, and even the ground beneath the old patriarch could not withstand the immense pressure, causing it to cave in slightly.

However, the shield on the surface of the hospital bed only produced violent fluctuations, but did not break.

The old clan leader was shocked. It had never expected that the other party could fly, nor had it expected that Suren's speed would be so much faster than on the ground!

But seeing the shield block the attack, it sneered again: "In this flight state, every second you're burning through a huge amount of magic power, right? Let's see how long you can last!"

"Oh!"

Suren gripped the knife and gave a cold laugh.

The purple magic had completely devoured the [Asura Blade] in his hand, and the blade emitted a faint hum, even distorting the air.

The lightning sword [Alastor] was tightly attached to his back, its lightning wings unfurled, continuously absorbing magical power.

That was just an experiment. His previous attacks hadn't posed a threat to the opponent, so he couldn't determine the source of the shield's energy.

But now, with the Asura Blade empowered by the Breaking Limit Weapon, he immediately realized that the IV tubes connected to the old patriarch's back were what maintained the shield.

"We still need to start with these disgusting pipes."

Suren's figure blurred again, transforming into a streak of purple lightning, bypassing the frontal battle, and appearing behind the hospital bed.

"hiss"

He slashed down with a single stroke.

Large amounts of blood flowed from the cut.

He watched this scene, his eyes turning cold.

How many people would it take to accumulate so much blood?

Upon seeing this, the old clan chief felt a chill run down his spine and roared in a mixture of shock and rage: "You filthy rat! How dare you ruin my life's work!"

The instruments floating around the hospital bed suddenly went berserk.

Dozens of sharp scalpels, bone saws, hemostatic forceps, and other medical tools hovered in mid-air, eventually transforming into a metal tornado that swept towards Suren.

Suren's eyes sharpened, and with a swift movement in the air, she narrowly avoided the eye of the storm, appearing before another pipe.

"Hiss, another pipe has been cut off."

Just as he was preparing to do the same thing and cut off the next one.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Dozens of scalpels flew out of the metal storm as if controlled, like a giant dragon rushing towards Suren.

Suren remained calm and raised his right hand.

A shield formed from highly concentrated magic instantly blocked the scalpels.

Meanwhile, his hands didn't stop moving as he slashed down again.

"Click."

The magic shield vanished into light the instant it made contact.

But that's enough.

When the scalpel pierced Suren, his figure had already vanished once more.

After losing several pipelines in succession, the old patriarch finally realized the crisis.

Instead of controlling these devices to pursue, it recalled all the remaining medical equipment, protecting it and the remaining few tubes like a fortress.

Suren circled in mid-air and found that his opponent was curled up like a turtle, and for a while he couldn't find any opening.

Fortunately, he folded his wings and slowly landed on the ground.

Suren slightly raised his chin, looking at the old patriarch who was curled up in mid-air, and said sarcastically, "What's wrong? Weren't you so arrogant just now? Why are you acting like a turtle now?"

Hidden behind numerous machines, the old patriarch watched as Suren folded his wings. His initial anxiety subsided, and he retorted sarcastically, "Hmph! Stop bluffing! Why aren't you flying anymore? Have you run out of magic?"

Suren lowered her eyelids slightly and did not respond.

He simply and slowly sheathed the flaming Shura Blade in his hand.

Upon seeing Suren's action, the old patriarch tensed up instantly.

The pipes behind it began to writhe wildly, drawing blood relentlessly, and even the surrounding defensive equipment shrank slightly.

"It's no use, Suren."

The old clan chief's voice rang out, "Your moves—drawing your sword, slashing! I know them better than you do! You won't break through my defenses!"

Before he finished speaking, another Dayun truck appeared from the side.

Suren remained calm and moved aside with a light step.

Seeing Suren's composure, the old patriarch's apprehension grew even stronger.

It knew the characteristics of this sword-drawing technique.

The longer the charging time, the more terrifying the power that is unleashed the moment the sword is drawn.

Although it was confident in its defenses, with most of its energy channels destroyed and its supply severely reduced, the old patriarch dared not be entirely certain that it could withstand the attack.

"Why aren't you saying anything? Where has your pride gone? Draw your sword!"

The old clan chief continued his mockery.

But at that moment, Suren made a move.

The pebbles beneath his feet were crushed into powder, and he transformed into a purple afterimage, rapidly circling the hospital bed.

The hospital bed was forced to rotate rapidly to follow his movements.

Regardless, the old patriarch's gaze never left Suren for even a second.

Or rather, all its attention was focused on the [Shura Blade] in Suren's left hand.

As soon as it sees the knife about to be drawn from its sheath, it will immediately mobilize all its energy for defense, ensuring absolute safety.

If this attack is successfully defended, the opponent's magical power will be almost depleted.

Then it will all be over!